There I was flying between Anaheim and Azusa and some mope got on with his pet dingo in a carrying case. We hit a bump and the thing broke open. Out pops the dingo, steals the nearest baby and heads for the door.
It was a good thing we had a sky marshal aboard. He shot at the dingo and missed. The shot blew out the window and we had to make an emergency landing at Cucamonga. A fat lady grabbed the baby, but the dingo got away.
